The world tilted for a moment, and the blinding red light drowned out the qiē in front of him, and the ensuing impact blew away the qi ē around the flame avatar.

When Curt came to his senses, he found himself leaning against a corner of the wall, covered in dust, but with no visible injuries. Some of the wounds he had previously cut with a knife had healed, and they were returning to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If anyone else saw it, it would probably be equated with those "monsters" stained with mud - and Curt's body could recover much faster than they did. He still hadn't figured out what was going on in his body, and after seeing the "Bloodline of Chaos" born at the hands of Sain Democra, Curt felt that he couldn't refute himself even if he was called a monster.

"Tut-tut, you're finally awake - thankfully you didn't show anything out of the ordinary, or I would have considered a rough way to wake you up. A familiar tone came from beside him, and I don't know if the vocal cords had not fully recovered, and his words were a little hoarse.

Curt turned his head to see that Lizzie was looking at him with a smirk, a dull light slightly revealing in her cloudy eyes. She was back again, and though her clothes had been consumed by the raging fire, the girl was standing by Curt's side unscathed.

However, Curt was well aware that it was not accurate to say that she was "unscathed", and that at the time of Sain Democra's spell, Lizzie was indeed dead. It's not even as simple as "dead", she died fairly cleanly, leaving only a small pinch of charred dust on the ground.

The body was torn apart by the magic that rushed through it. The brains solidified into a mass under the heat, and even the remaining fragments were incinerated by the blazing flames. No amount of clever spells could restore her to her original state. Even necromancy can't get burned ashes back on their feet.

But Lizzie not only stood up, but it was as if she had never been affected by Sain Democra's spell. Her pale and emaciated torso was wrapped in the clothes that Curt had stripped from her body. It looks as crooked as a puppet that has failed to assemble.

Although she was not injured by the flames, on the thin body that was so white that you could almost see the blood vessels, she could still clearly see several terrifying scars spreading from her neck and waist, almost tearing through her thin body. It was a scar from the past, and now it could not be repaired by any means, and although they were usually hidden under the black clothes, Lizzie could still feel a dull ache coming from there.

"But our operation is really ugly. ”

The girl's voice was still full of mockery as always, but many of them were aimed at herself: "It's too careless, it's not enough to die a hundred times in the past...... Especially me. It seems that it has been too long since I have fought seriously, and I haven't noticed any abnormalities in my body. ”

Indulging in the mundane routine will undoubtedly gradually wear out their ability to fight, and although their bodies are still at the same level as they were on that day, their mentality cannot be maintained forever. If it weren't for the ability to hide their bodies, the two of them would have been lying in the grave by now.

As a mercenary, Curt struggled to regain the feeling she used to have on the battlefield, let alone Lizzie, who spent her days in her study—except for occasional practice, and her self-depraved behavior might even be reprimanded by her former self.

"But then again, being put on the hook by that guy named Sain Democra is half because of our carelessness. But the remaining half still needs to be investigated. After a moment of silence, she changed the subject in a flat tone, "For example, Dean Cruise François, I think you seem to have anticipated the enemy's actions from the beginning. And it seems that he deliberately set up a trick to lure the two of us into the bait. ”

She spoke in a steady tone, but her eyes were already staring with some hostility at Cruise François, who was standing in front of the central pedestal. Lizzie's meaning was clear, and she wanted the sorcerer to make his intentions clear. Then it will be judged on a case-by-case basis whether he is an enemy or not.

In the previous explosion that blew Curt away with a shock wave alone, Dean François, who was obviously the closest stand, was not affected in any way. It seems that at the moment of the explosion. He used the magic around him to build a special shield, and neither the impact nor the magic could hurt him.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being called the "Wind of the Twelve Directions". The enemy's temptations never revealed his cards. By this time, he had removed the defensive spells and began to walk around the central room, checking for any damage to the Rubik's Cubes placed in the room.

"Probably more than thirty years ago......

Perhaps sensing Lizzie's piercing gaze, he calmly turned his head to the two of them and said, "At that time, I had not yet become the head of the academy, but for some reason I was working as a teacher in an ordinary school in the Empire's Antaasia Province. It was also there that I had several acquaintances with Mr. Urs Leinster, with whom I discussed many topics concerning the relationship between magic and human beings. ”

His tone was rather steady, but when Curt and Lizzie heard the name "Urs Leonster", their reaction was rather strange. Curt was only slightly stunned, then raised an eyebrow and did not react, but Lizzie, who had always maintained a condescending attitude, showed a rare wavering.

This is not simply a proximity of surnames, after all, the surname "Leinster" is quite rare in the Empire. And Urs Leinster was indeed inextricably linked to them, and neither Curt nor Lizzie could ignore the experience described by Cruise François.

"I see, do you know that person?" Lizzie, whose face had become rather ugly, was about to speak, but Curt took over before her, "So you came to me not only because of the information that some people gave you, but also because of the surname 'Leinster', right?"

This was undoubtedly surprising news, and according to Curt's knowledge of the current Dean François, it was unlikely that he would be on the same page as Urs Leinster—on the contrary, the two men were more likely to be rivals.

In Curt's eyes, Dean Cruise François valued order and was willing to develop new technologies that could be used as a force for social development. And the man he remembered...... I'm afraid it can only be described as a "pure magician", and in his eyes there is only one thing to study.

As if thinking of something, Dean François smiled ugly: "It's pretty much the same, but I don't think you have anything in common with him other than your last name." Not only is there no resemblance in appearance and personality, but even his talent in magic is far inferior to his. ”

This comment undoubtedly sounded derogatory, but Curt smiled from the bottom of his heart when he heard what Dean François said. Many memories of the past suddenly came to his mind, and they gradually overlapped with the figures of the monsters he had seen in recent days.

Their power comes from the blood that flows through their bodies, and affects the structure of their owners' bodies. Thinking about it this way, compared to the "chaotic bloodline" that the mage extracted by technical means and then forcibly integrated into the body, the bloodline of the Leinster family may seem more heterogeneous.

This is a group called "crows" by the people of their homeland, and although they can barely be regarded as "nobles" with a small territory, they have never been able to gain the respect of others. Rather, they shy away from their existence as they shy away from the ominousness implied by the name.

Like most aristocratic families who valued sorcery, the François family was obsessed with the study of sorcery, and it would not be an exaggeration to call them madmen. Rather than simply using magic to cast spells, they are more interested in studying creatures and are keen to transform them.

A large number of individuals are selected from a large number of good paternal parents and mated to produce individuals who have inherited the excellent bloodlines of both parents. On this basis, they can mate with good members of the opposite sex, and they can create a better bloodline - this is perhaps the basic principle of reproduction and heredity.

Those who adhere to the theory of descent believe that excellent individuals are born different from other people of their kind, and that it is not only a deliberately selected species, but also makes sense in humans. Although Curt is reluctant to admit that he and Liqi seem to be the ones who have been created by similar means.

Lizzie sneered, but did not hide her contempt at all: "It's not so much a human as a dog bred by an undead spirit called 'Obsession', all of whom are obsessed with the so-called superiority of blood. Although it is true that good individuals do have the so-called genius, it has little to do with blood - after all, people are not like dogs, who can breed on a large scale. ”

After all, human beings are human beings, and it is impossible to store so many samples for realization. Some good racehorses may produce inferior horses that can only carry goods after mating, and even the best individuals may fail, and it is impossible to produce good offspring after blood fusion.

Those guys weren't looking for what they claimed to be "good blood", but something similar to Sain Democra's goal. Merge similar bloodlines with each other, and find the source of power hidden in the blood—exactly like the "bloodline of chaos" that the sorcerer called it.

Although this theory is only a hypothesis, there are still very few mages who want to find the place of "chaos" through guò technical means. Urs Leinster, on the other hand, purified the blood relationship as much as possible, so as to make the insignificant chaos in the blood thicker. (To be continued......)